Challenge
Why do I.....?
Casual Encounters
Why do I die?
Is it your fault, or mine?
I sit and wonder why
Just off the rhyme
Maybe it's you
The judgment, the hate
Deep inside will brew
Determining my fate
Or maybe it's me
Always a waste
Always will be
A truth I have faced
No, it's definitely you
Yeah you, with the gun
Whose wife I did screw
Now nowhere left to run
She just caught my eye
It was her hair that made me
But I guess this is why I die
For fucking the bearded lady
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